Lately, I’ve been thinking about motivation, and how I’m simply no longer available for the kind that feels like force.
Maybe I’m being too harsh with Mr. Motivation.
But I wonder if what we call a lack of motivation is simply the absence of inner desire.
And if you ask me, I can tell you this:
If it doesn’t come from me, I want nothing to do with it.
I don’t want to be pushed.
I want to be pulled — by desire, by beauty, by clarity that lives deep inside me.
I want every decision, every action, every ritual of my life to feel like mine.
Not borrowed from productivity culture.
Just mine.
Because I’ve tasted the kind of success that looks good on paper but leaves you empty when the applause fades — and I’m not seduced by it anymore.
There’s a difference between willpower and willingness.
One exhausts. The other invites.
And I’ve learned to honor the latter.
You’ve seen it before, haven’t you?
Someone who claims they’ve lost all motivation.
But then, one day, something shifts.
And suddenly, they’re waking early, moving differently, showing up in ways no coach could ever teach.
Not because they had to.
But because they wanted to.
So if you’re in a season of resistance, maybe don’t try to fix it.
Don’t push. Don’t perform.
Just soften. Listen.
Let the silence do its work. Clarity comes when you’re no longer chasing it.
And when it does, ask yourself:
What would your days look like if you let them be shaped by pleasure, not duty?
What would you need, if no one was watching?